(Lisa pleads her case to keep Santa's Little Helper.)Lisa: This is our pet. We can question his integrity and disposition, but we can't question his heart. Are you trying to teach us that the way to solve a problem with something you love, is to throw it away?Homer: (Sniffling) Oh, Lisa. If they're ever going to pull the plug on me, I want you in my corner, honey. (Hugs Lisa)

(Bart notices Homer's new shoes.)Bart: Whoa! Assassins!Homer: Yep. Heh, heh. Read 'em and weep.Marge: Those are very elaborate sneakers.Bart: They better be, for 125 big ones.Homer: D'oh!Marge: $125!Homer: Bart! (Reaches down to choke Bart.)Bart: Aah!Marge: Homer!Homer: D'oh!Marge: I thought we agreed to consult each other before any major purchases.Homer: Well, you bought all those smoke alarms, and we haven't hada single fire.Marge: Hmmm!

(Marge, Lisa and Homer discover what Santa's Little Helper has done.)Marge and Lisa: (Scream in unison)Marge: My quilt! Six generations, ruined! (Sobs)Homer: (Consoles Marge) Now, Marge, honey. Honey, honey. Come on. Come on. Don't get upset. It's not the end of the world. We all loved that quilt, but you can't get too attached to--(Homer sees the remains of his cookie.)Homer: (Screams) My cookie! (Sobs hysterically) Oh, this is not happening. This is not happening!

Are you losing your hearing, or are you just stupid? I am going to explain this to you one more time, and then I'm going to hang up on you. It is not my dog! I tied my dog outside myself! I am looking at him right--(Looks into the backyard and sees the dog missing.) D'oh!

(Homer walks by the Cookie Colossus store in the mall.)Saleswoman: Aloha!Homer: Well, aloha!Saleswoman: Would you like a free sample? (Offers Homer some cookies on a tray.)Homer: The price is right. (Eats a cookie.) Mmm! Ooh! "Macamademia" nuts.

(Homer tries to retrieve the angry letter that Bart accidentally put in the mail.)Homer: Hello, my name is Mr. Burns. I believe you have a letter for me.P.O. Worker: Okay, Mr. Burns. What's your first name?Homer: I...don't know.